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He grew up and got bigger and stronger and I got s He grew up and got bigger and stronger and I got smaller. My son, Alec, told me when I wrote my book, You Have Such a Pretty Face, that even as a little boy, it always bothered him that after I lost 243 pounds, I took down all of the pictures of me when I was heavier. He said he loved those pictures because he loved that woman, that woman was his mom. It made me stop in my tracks. He loved me exactly as I was..... the amazing, pure, love of a child. . . . . #extremeweightloss #beforeandafterweightloss #weightlosssuccess #nsv #losingweight #weightlossgoals #sidebyside #facetofacefriday #facetoface #fattofitjourney #fattofit #obesetobeast #vsgtransformation #rny #wlstransformation #wlscommunity #boymomlife #igtransformations #myweightlossjourney #kelleygunter #obesity #perfectlyimperfect #talktome #gastricsleeve #gastricbypass #wls #wwcommunity #itgetsbetter #workingonme #mysonshine
Sometimes we get frustrated because we don’t see Sometimes we get frustrated because we don’t see big improvements as quickly as we would like. Each tiny step we take will eventually get us to our intended destination. Be patient—things take time. Whether it’s physical or emotional or both—all those little steps eventually add up to a mind-blowing transformation. Keep inching forward. It’s a crock pot thing not a microwave thing. . . . . . . . #perfectlyimperfect #imperfect #perfectimperfections #imperfections #imperfectionisbeauty #babysteps #keepinitreal #justbeyou #justbeyourself #justbeautiful #stopcomparing #trustgod #proverbs31woman #imokay #dailymotivation #dailyinspiration #bossbabetribe #girltalk #youhavesuchaprettyface #kelleygunter #keepgoing💪 #itgetsbetter #hanginthere #yesyoucan #successcoach #happinesscoach #womenhelpingwomen #dontgiveup #vsgjourney #wlscommunity
This series of pictures cracks me up. Recently, Si This series of pictures cracks me up. Recently, Sir Rocket-Pop has decided he doesn’t like pictures. Just look at how annoyed he looks in the first four pictures. What we also know is how ridiculously smart he is. He unlocks every lock, opens every door, he understands every word we say. So I said, “C’mon, just take a selfie with me.” But you see the looks he was giving. He’s so stubborn. He’s such a little pouter. So I set the phone down and I looked at him. I said, “I’ll make you a deal. If you take one good picture with me and smile big, I’ll give you a piece of doggie bacon.” His thinking wrinkle, (as we call it), appeared between his eyes and I knew he was considering the offer. Doggie bacon is, after all, his very favorite treat. I picked up my phone and the last picture posted is the very next expression he gave me. Go ahead and add con artist to his resume. He received his bribe and he trotted off, wagging that long tail of his with every step. As he was high-stepping away he turned, looked over his shoulder at me, and flashed that huge smile he’s so well known for. His message was clear: SUCKER! . . . . . . . #youhavesuchaprettyface #dogs #rottweiler #rottweilersofinstagram #rott #rottweilers #furbaby #furbabies🐾 #fourleggedfriend #fourleggedchild #mybestfriend #puppy #puppies #doglover #doglovers #doglove #dogloversclub #mydog #reallove #truelove #amazinglove #animallover #rottiesofinstagram #rottielove #rottie #cheerful #haveagoodday #smileoftheday #smilefordays #goodnewsfeed
Many times we think that we have nothing to offer Many times we think that we have nothing to offer the world because we have our own problems we are trying to overcome. We think to ourselves, "I'm no one to give advice, look at the mess my life is right now." I believe just like the moon, we can shine whether we feel whole or not. In fact, the moon is ALWAYS whole, it's wholeness just isn't visible all the time. Part of the moon doesn't suddenly dissipate and then regrow each month—the truth is we can only see the part that is shining. Consider the fact that maybe, just maybe, the shine that emanates from one of your broken pieces, might just be the light that allows someone else to keep walking through their darkness. Don't make the mistake of thinking you have to be perfect to add something beautiful to this universe. The world needs your light--shine precisely as you are. . . . . . . . #shineyourlight #shinebright #shinebrightlikeadiamond #shineon #shinebaby #thislittlelightofmine #yourstorymatters #yourvoicematters #weneedyou #youmatter #talktome #perfectlyimperfect #recoverywarrior #recoveryispossible #addictionrecovery #addiction #ptsdrecovery #gamblingaddiction #beautifullybroken #trustgodbro #trustgod #keepshining #lifeadvice #girltalk #bossbabetribe #kelleygunter #youhavesuchaprettyface #cptsd #sexualabuse #rapevictim
I’m a girl who loves a good filter. It softens a I’m a girl who loves a good filter. It softens all of the imperfections and things I don’t like about my face. I promise if you ever meet me in person, I’m not airbrushed. Here is the funny thing—When people have met me at book signings, the thing I hear most is, “You’re so much prettier in person. Your pictures don’t do you justice.” Huh? But... I’m filter-less. There’s nothing perfect about my life. I’m a flawed person with a boatload of imperfections. I took this picture last night right before going to bed. I had a terrible headache and just wanted to fall into bed and forget the world existed. My tank was on empty. One of my last thoughts was that it would be nice if there was a filter for my life. I woke up today and my life still had every obstacle that existed when I fell asleep. I was just as flawed as I was yesterday and when I looked in the mirror, damned if all my imperfections weren’t still there staring back at me. I thought again about a life filter, but after a good night’s sleep, I thought, “Nah, I don’t need that.” As nice as it might be to erase all of the painful things that I’ve experienced, the brokenness I sometimes feel, the mistakes I’ve made...those are the things that have shaped me into who I am. Without the abuse I suffered, I wouldn’t understand how victims feel. Without my brokenness, I couldn’t encourage others that they can put their pieces back together again. If it wasn’t for the mistakes I’ve made, my story wouldn’t be proof that it’s never too late to begin again. If it wasn’t for the darkness, I wouldn’t be a living testimony that angels walk this earth and all of my healing—every bit of who I am—is a result of the grace of God. I don’t need a filter for my life. The nightmares I tried to hide from the world, are the very things that have given me the desire to help those who feel trapped in the darkness. I’ll keep the filter for my face, 🥰 but all of the pain, shame, mistakes, and sorrow that have comprised my life? Those scars will remain on full display. Recovering from those difficulties is what has given me the strength to fight for others. You don’t have to hide your past. Your truth is your power.
Just wait ! She will gain it all back! WLS NEVER w Just wait ! She will gain it all back! WLS NEVER works long term! I heard ALL of the hate ! I didn’t miss a bit of it. The haters make sure we hear every word of it and they try to plant that seed in our minds. Eighteen years and 243 pounds later, you can’t tell me weight loss surgery doesn’t work long term. It has worked for me and it gave me the beautiful blessing of not only watching my son grow up, but of being an active part of his world. I can’t even list all of the different ways my world changed, but the very best changes happened after I worked on getting my emotional self as healthy as my physical body. You can ACHIEVE absolutely anything you want to.... the first step in that direction is to believe. Check out my story of trauma, hope, and the joy that follows survival, in my memoir, You Have Such a Pretty Face—Available on Amazon, Kindle, audiobooks, ITunes & at www.youhavesuchaprettyface.com link in bio. 💗 💗 . . . . . #keepbelieving #keeptrying #trustgod #dontstop #dontstopnow #extremeweightloss #sidebyside #beforeandafterweightloss #wlscommunity #wlstransformation #youhavesuchaprettyface #homecomingqueenofcrazytown #fattofit #flabtofab #keepgoing #thereal #girlchat #facetoface #facetofacefriday #redtabletalk #schoolofgreatness #mindsetofgreatness #successcoach #dailyinspiration #happygirlsaretheprettiest #bossbabe #wlstories #believeinyourself #soberissexy #talktome
Don’t get caught up in who rejected you, who lef Don’t get caught up in who rejected you, who left you—who isn’t around anymore. We sometimes immerse ourselves so deeply in other people and things, that we end up losing ourselves. You are capable of giving yourself every single thing you need to be happy. Having other people around should be a plus to our joy, not a prerequisite. 💯 . . . . . . . . #keepbelieving #keeptrying #trustgod #dontstop #dontstopnow #extremeweightloss #iwillrise #shewill #wlscommunity #wlstransformation #youhavesuchaprettyface #homecomingqueenofcrazytown #rny #vsg #keepgoing #thereal #girlchat #howyouglow #fixmylife #redtabletalk #schoolofgreatness #mindsetofgreatness #successcoach #dailyinspiration #happygirlsaretheprettiest #bossbabe #wlstories #believeinyourselvf #livingmybestlife #benddontbreak
Well apparently @andygrammer and his people didn’t connect with the Homecoming Queen of Crazy Town and the message of hope, healing, and self-love that me and the thousands of members of my court are spreading, but that’s okay. I still love him, the love for humanity that oozes out of him, and his amazing song, Don’t Give Up On Me. Even though I wasn’t selected for his video, as my sign says I won’t give up on spreading hope for survivors and all of the perfectly imperfect people everywhere. We are strong and we deserve to heal, find peace, and rise. Keep being your amazing selves and keep being the best you that you can be on this day. Remember I don’t give up on any of you and I never will. Every minute is a minute to try again and do things a little better than before. Keep rising my friends. Check out Andy’s page and you can see the awesome video and the amazing winning entries that were included in the video. . . . . . . . #yourstorymatters #talktome #teamself #trauma #traumarecovery #healingjourney #cptsd #rapevictim #sexualabuse #tellyourstory #speakup #recoverywarrior #recoverytodaymagazine #perfectlyimperfect #womensupportwomen #strongerthanyouthink #kelleygunter #youhavesuchaprettyface #yourvoicematters #soberliving #soberissexy #trustgodbro #trustgod #recoveryispossible #whyididntreport #supersoulsunday #speakup #universehasyourback #iwillsurvive #icandothis
This is a big one and it’s a test I failed many This is a big one and it’s a test I failed many times throughout my life. When someone rejected me, hurt me, or betrayed me on some level, I lived for the moment when they would regret what they had done. Inevitably, it always happened. The person would contact me and that’s when the dance with my demons would begin. It was never really about the other person. It wasn’t about their friendship or love. When someone rejected me, it reinforced what I already felt in my soul: I would never be good enough. I never truly stayed upset with someone for long, because I was too busy trying to find my worth by winning this person over for the second, third, or fourth time. In my mind, if they came back into my life after having previously rejected me, then that proved that I wasn’t really “rejectable,” right? It never crossed my mind that perhaps this person returned because they wanted something from me. They knew I would break myself in half trying to win their friendship or love back. My insecurities caused me to be drawn to people who were takers, so this scenario played out over and over again. Plain and simple: I never thought I was enough, so I gravitated to people who reinforced that opinion by consistently treating me poorly. Then I would launch myself into a mission to prove I was worthy. It’s a complex situation, but one I struggled with for most of my life. After going into treatment and discovering my self-worth over the last four years, I know today that the best thing to do when approached by someone who mishandled me in the past, is just to let them remain there. The woman they knew no longer exists. The connection we once had, a connection born from my low self-esteem and insecurities, has been completely and forever severed. I’m not that woman anymore. I no longer need the last word. The really beautiful thing is that I don’t have to prove that to anyone, especially them.
There can be two faces to trauma, (acknowledged or There can be two faces to trauma, (acknowledged or unacknowledged), and from the outside, they can appear eerily similar. Four years ago I was diagnosed with PTSD as a result of sexual abuse I suffered during my childhood. That trauma, which was never disclosed or allowed to heal, affected every single part of my being. To the outside world I appeared as though I had it all, but just because a wound isn’t visible, doesn’t mean it isn’t slowly killing you. Unhealed childhood trauma plays out in our adult lives in different ways. I hurt people who had nothing to do with my original pain. Innocent bystanders were caught in the crossfire of my addictions or hit by the shrapnel of my self-destruction. Sadly, there could be no peace treaty signed with myself, because I didn’t even comprehend why I was at war with my soul. Here’s how tricky trauma is—I was a licensed social worker for 27 years and couldn’t see my own dysfunction or need to heal. The shame that accompanies sexual abuse obliterated any possibility that I would ever speak up about my pain. As a result, I suffered in silence for over 40 years. The battlefields of my life are strewn with injured victims who didn’t realize they were walking into the middle of an invisible war. Those same battlefields are also blood-soaked from my own hemorrhaging heart, even though I was oblivious, at the time, to how significantly it was injured. As victims, we deserve to find peace, but it’s also our responsibility to heal. I needed to stop attacking the innocent civilians in my life, who were never part of the evil forces that originally stormed my soul. I desperately needed to lay down my sword. Please don’t allow your unhealed trauma to cause collateral damage. Is it time for you to remove the armor and let your heart begin to heal?

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